Sport: Conway's Boys

The coach watched the big, clumsy kid flounder until he couldn't stand
it any longer. He yanked him out of a freshman game a few weeks ago.
"Your name's Conway, isn't it?" he asked. The kid's lip trembled. "Yes,
sir," he replied. Said the coach: "Well, you're not playing like a

Conway, and if you don't do better you'll be the first Conway I ever saw
sitting on the bench."

That would be calamitous. For 15 years at University School, a private
prep school in a Cleveland suburb, the team had never been without a...